Without sparing a glance at Charles or Sheryl, Melissa walked down the stairs slowly, maintaining her cold expression. When she reached the bottom floor, she made her way to the sofa before settling into a comfortable position. "Just because I was released from prison, it doesn't mean I'm an idiot, clueless about what's going on!"
"Mom…you've read the news?"
As he asked, Charles made sure to speak carefully.
"It's already made the headlines of entertainment news. I'm not blind. How could I miss it?"
It was clear that Melissa was in a foul mood.
"Well, since you know, Mom, I'll be honest with you. It's fake news. Someone wanted to frame Sher, and we need your help." After he exclaimed that, he looked at Melissa intently. At that point, he couldn't tell whether or not Melissa would believe and help him.
"I'm an old woman. How could I possibly help? Charles, if this is your explanation, then I have to ask you, how do you know if it's true that someone wanted to set her up?"
Obviously, Melissa was not convinced.
"Moreover, there are so many rich families in this city. Why should someone choose her to target?" she continued.
"Mom, this is a complicated matter. It's partly because of me. I can't explain everything to you right now. How about this? Let's draw away the paparazzi first. I'll explain everything else in due time. Please help us!"
"We can't let those people surround the house. We have two kids in our home! Once this issue goes out of control, it will become a nightmare for Shirley and Clark! Look at what you've done. It's always the kids who suffer the most." Full of frustration, Melissa couldn't stop complaining.
Though Sheryl wanted to defend herself, Charles stopped her. He pleaded, "Mom, you're right. But it has already happened. Could you help us for the sake of Clark and Shirley?"
"What do you want me to do?"
she asked in spite of her angry expression.
After Charles relayed his plan, Melissa nodded. "Alright, I'll help you this time. But Charles, I have to warn you, be careful in the future."
Since Charles was smart enough to understand what she meant, Melissa didn't bother trying to lecture him. Finally taking a glance at the source of the chaos, she coldly snapped, "Where are her clothes? Bring me the clothes, now!"
"I'll bring them to you!"
Charles replied and stepped in front of Sheryl to prevent further conflict before going upstairs.
All of a sudden, Melissa and Sheryl were left alone awkwardly. Surprisingly, Melissa didn't continue to mock Sheryl. A simple glance at the woman, Melissa thought, would disgrace herself enough.
When Charles walked out accompanied by "Sheryl" who was wrapped from head to toe, the paparazzi rushed toward them.
"Mr. Lu, what do you feel about your wife's affair?" asked one.
"Mr. Lu, is the news about your wife true? If it's true, do you still love her? If it's not, can you give us an explanation?" asked another.
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